It’s said that every newborn either looks like Winston Churchill or a pound of mince. But this gorgeous, wee creature, I’m sure you’ll agree, looks like neither. Born at 5.52am this morning, after a wait of what felt like an eternity, he weighed in at 9lbs 1 ounce.
The staff at the hospital (Kingston-upon-Thames) were absolutely wonderful: we pretty much had the place to ourselves. Interestingly, the midwife said they are at their busiest here during a full moon or during a storm.
So I won’t be blogging for a while. It’s time to lavish attention on our other son and persuade him that he has been presented with a great, huge, kicking and screaming present. He might even believe me.
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